remember,
when late night i showed up at your house,
with a bottle of vodka in my hand with a
cigarette between my lips,
pleading,
"please don't leave me, come back please."
and you just shook your head,
and replied,
"i love you but i am done with you."
oh baby why didn't i saw it before that,
you were just like them,
you were going to use me and then leave me.
— disha.
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